Page 18 of Scarred Heir
“Why the fuck are you interrupting my dinner if it isn’t my business?” Milo leaned across the table. “You have three seconds to tell me before I throw both of you out of here, and then whoever you’re running from will catch up to you.”
“Chance.” I ran my shaky hand through my hair. “Answer his question.”
“I borrowed money and I can’t pay it back,” Chance said. “Bello sent someone to collect.”
“How did you think you were going to pay it back?” Milo sipped his wine. “This money you borrowed from a loan shark.”
“I thought I could make a profit from a side business.” Chance glanced at me. “It didn’t work out.”
“Would this side gig be as a drug dealer?” Milo shook his head. “The business you were conducting in my club like it was your office?”
“Your guys took the drugs, and now I can’t pay Bello back,” Chance said with a sigh. “I thought I would turn a profit.”
“So, it’s my fault that you’re a waste of space?” Milo asked.
“No.” I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the anxiety brewing in my gut. “Chance was wrong, but now we’re in trouble and we can’t pay him back.”
“This isn’t your debt,” Milo said. “I could hand him over to Bello and your life would be a lot easier. Maybe you should consider that.”
“That’s not what I want.” I tapped my hand on the table, losing the battle to control any nervous tics. “I need your help.”
“What is it you think I can help you with?” he asked. “I already spared him once. I told you there were no second chances.”
“This isn’t a second chance.”
Bello and three men entered the restaurant, giving me seconds to convince Milo to help us.
“Please,” I said.
When Milo followed my gaze to the men who were about to seal my fate, a devious smirk crossed his lips. “What do you think I can do for you? What are you going to trade for my help?”
Out of desperation or pure anxiety, I grabbed Milo’s face and pressed my lips against his, kissing him with everything I had. My toes curled when he relaxed into me and gripped my arm, pulling me closer to him and swirling his tongue inside my mouth.
Maybe my plan could work.
Milo released me, licking his lips like a hungry wolf setting his sights on his prey. I willingly stepped into his den of torture, and there was no turning back.
“I should let you and your brother fend for yourselves.”
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Milo
No fucking distractions.
I gripped Sable’s chin and gazed into her unique eyes, losing myself in her stunning face. This arrangement could have its benefits. But how far did I want to take it?
“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into,” I said as Romeo Bello barreled toward the table. “If you did, you wouldn’t be here.”
“You’ll help us?” she asked in utter disbelief.
“As long as you understand I’m far worse than the man you’re running from.”
Bello approached the table and placed his hand possessively on Chance’s shoulder, letting me know that he wanted to handle his business. Normally, I wouldn’t interfere in something like this. But no woman had ever been bold enough to approach me for my help the way Sable had.
“Mr. Bello.” I took Sable’s hand. “How can I help you this evening?”
“I have no issue with you.” When Bello gripped Chance’s shoulder, Sable shifted in her seat. “I do have an issue with him.”
